She stood there with her torch held high
To watch planes falling from the sky
As silver bullets ripped apart
The center of her loving heart
With disregard for sanity
In senseless act of lunacy
She saw her children fall and die
The day I saw my lady cry.
I LIFT MY LAMP … so reads her plaque
Just miles from terrorist attack
Her open doors now violated
By pure evil orchestrated
Hounds of Hell have been released
And God must rise to kill the Beast.
I saw her head drop, shaking "Why?"
The day I saw my lady cry.
Her tears will bring on bitter rain
Unleashing winds of hurricane
To circle globe in whirlwind force
Uncovering evil at its source
Then seek exacting recompense
From those who prey on innocents.
They'll not forget, as time goes by,
The day they made my lady cry.
By: Tabatha
She stood there with her torch held high
To watch planes falling from the sky
As silver bullets ripped apart
The center of her loving heart
With disregard for sanity
In senseless act of lunacy
She saw her children fall and die
The day I saw my lady cry.
I LIFT MY LAMP … so reads her plaque
Just miles from terrorist attack
Her open doors now violated
By pure evil orchestrated
Hounds of Hell have been released
And God must rise to kill the Beast.
I saw her head drop, shaking "Why?"
The day I saw my lady cry.
Her tears will bring on bitter rain
Unleashing winds of hurricane
To circle globe in whirlwind force
Uncovering evil at its source
Then seek exacting recompense
From those who prey on innocents.
They'll not forget, as time goes by,
The day they made my lady cry.